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I hope that there is a kind of power in the midst of it that can help me achieve this greatest wish, but the reality is that I prefer to run counter to my ideals. Every time I am far from her, I can��t go far. . I made her and her the same table, and I silently sang in my heart, silently holding one of the most important rituals in my life. From then on, I started a new life and cherish every day of life. We enjoy the joy of life and the freedom to create the most beautiful and purest feelings in the world. Her purity washes the vulgarity in the soul and everything that is not in harmony with happiness. After a self-study, I and she came out of the classroom. The moonlight outside, everything is so quiet and charming. Suddenly she called my name gently in my ear. The voice was like a sweet music floating from the heavens, which made me feel good. A feeling of electric shock rose from the depths of my soul. My whole body. I turned my head and he was looking at me. 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The provincial key middle school was in high school, and she gave up her studies for various reasons. She went down to the first semester of Guangdong High School. We couldn't contact, but every day I think of her, and I often dream of her at night, my dreams are intertwined. The story of my sorrow and joy, every day I am happy and sad with the dream story in the real life. I would like to write to her in the deepest place, but I can't send it to me. I write one letter and one in a collection. Just after I wrote the 51st letter, I greeted the winter vacation. I couldn't wait to go home that day, and then hurriedly rode the bicycle that seemed to have her fragrance to the campus we had studied together. Far from seeing her standing under the big banyan tree in front of the classroom. She wore the familiar white dress, and her long hair fluttered with the wind. It is her, she must be her. I rushed over, but there was nothing. Only a few pieces of yellow leaves fell silently in the wind. That day, I stood there, chanting her name thousands of times, and I firmly believe that she will definitely. But it didn't appear until the ruthless night fell ruthlessly. The next day, the third day. I will go there when I have time, I will wait there for a long time, the winter campus is cold and clear, I am so desolate, I haven��t come yet, the Spring Festival is getting closer, I am almost